Chapter 33

I brought a hand to my hair to try to tidy it up, but in the movement I couldn't help but let out a grimace of pain from the discomfort I had in it, and Claudia didn't miss my expression.

"Show me your hand," she demanded earnestly, so I held it out to her.

She took it with utmost care, and as I felt the contact of her hand holding mine, it was undeniable the current we both felt, and I confirmed it because our gazes crossed at the moment.

"Your knuckles are very swollen, you should go to the doctor."

"I don't need to."

"Sure you do," she contradicted me.

"Don't."

"You're a fool," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "Follow me."

She turned, to make her way toward the staircase that connected to the second floor of the house. I walked behind her several paces away, lost with the delightful view she is giving me.

It was impossible for me not to see her ass with the shorts she was wearing and added to the movement of her hips.... What is it about her, that every time she got angry she had to